Chapter 7: The Lesson Continues
The command hung in the steam, a low vibration against Pete’s eardrum. Make her beg for it. Joey’s hand was still clamped over his, a relentless guide. Pete’s fingers, under that pressure, dug into Stacy’s softness. Her whole body jolted, a sharp intake of breath hissing between her teeth. Her eyes, wide and locked on his, weren’t just confused anymore. They were pleading.
“Pete,” she gasped, her voice thin, strained.
He didn’t know what to do. His mind was a riot of static and heat. This was his territory, his woman, and yet he was taking orders on how to claim her. The water plastered his shirt to his skin, a cold, heavy second layer that felt like a shroud. Joey’s presence at his back was a furnace.
“You heard me,” Joey murmured, his voice dropping to an intimate, conspiratorial level t